Each word is like an arrow to his heart, and he reacts with sudden, despairing anger, dredging up more excuses, more reasons, anything to stir the desolation in her eyes, anything to ignite a reaction.
He cannot see this resignation; it is too much as though Marian has changed her mind, that she really does not despair of marrying Gisborne, that she has accepted this lot without further struggle.
He hasn't given up. He won't. Marriage cannot be undone, and Marian will die if she is linked to Gisborne in a lifetime of misery and deceit.
"What wealth? You're supposed to be the Nightwatchman! You should steal from Gisborne and give to the poor, not acquire wealth yourself!" Will she not remember herself? They fought together, side by side, and now she is leaving without so much as a quarrel: for wealth, for security.
Somewhere along the way, his voice rose into a shout; now he could not quiet it even if Gisborne and his whole guard were to ride in at this moment.
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He cannot see this resignation; it is too much as though Marian has changed her mind, that she really does not despair of marrying Gisborne, that she has accepted this lot without further struggle.
He hasn't given up. He won't. Marriage cannot be undone, and Marian will die if she is linked to Gisborne in a lifetime of misery and deceit.
"What wealth? You're supposed to be the Nightwatchman! You should steal from Gisborne and give to the poor, not acquire wealth yourself!" Will she not remember herself? They fought together, side by side, and now she is leaving without so much as a quarrel: for wealth, for security.
Somewhere along the way, his voice rose into a shout; now he could not quiet it even if Gisborne and his whole guard were to ride in at this moment.